Chapter 238 Resolution
During the Daqian Dynasty, the situation changed drastically and the world was turned upside down.

The city of Xiongan fell overnight.

The once powerful rebellion-suppressing army led by Tan Mengjun was now in an unprecedented desperate situation.

The night is as dark as ink and the stars are dim.

Most of the middle and high-level officers and soldiers of the army gathered around the commander's tent. The lofty ambitions of the past had long disappeared from their faces, and only endless fatigue and despair remained.

The lights were on brightly inside the coach's tent, but they could not illuminate the gloom in people's hearts.

"Report——"

A hurried message broke the silence of the night, and a blood-soaked messenger stumbled into the tent, "Xiong'an City... Xiong'an City has been lost!"

It was as if a blockbuster bomb exploded in the crowd. The soldiers looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

Xiongan City is their only retreat and the lifeline for them to communicate with the rear.

Now, this fortified city was breached by the Flame King's Chiyu army, and they became an isolated army in the true sense.

At this time, the commander of the army that was suppressing the rebellion, Tan Mengjun, stood up suddenly, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

He held on to the table with all his strength, staring at the messenger with red eyes.

"Coach, it's absolutely true."

"The five major families in Lingyang County rebelled, and the Chiyu army launched a surprise attack on Xiong'an. The defenders in the city were caught off guard and were completely wiped out."

"We...we have no way out."

The messenger prostrated himself on the ground, his voice trembling.

At this moment, Tan Mengjun felt dizzy. He staggered a few steps and fell back into the chair.

It's over, it's over.

This was the army that the Daqian Dynasty had painstakingly planned to suppress the rebellion.

The plan to quell the rebellion that Emperor Qian Si Xiaofei had placed high hopes on, all turned into nothing at this moment.

"Yan Wang, Yan Wang, you are indeed the first of the three kings of different surnames to dare to rise up against Qian."

"You know that my army is too powerful and that it would be difficult to win in a head-on confrontation, yet you came up with this method so quickly to cut off my retreat."

Tan Mengjun sat in the main seat and smiled bitterly.

There was dead silence in the tent, except for the increasingly heavy breathing of Tan Mengjun.

The soldiers stood silently, knowing that nothing they said at this moment could comfort the coach's wounded heart.

They also know that without a way out, the days ahead will be even more difficult.

"Coach..."

"What do we do now?"

A general couldn't help but speak.

Tan Mengjun slowly raised his head and scanned everyone's faces one by one.

He saw the confusion and fear in their eyes, and also saw their trust and reliance on him.

As a head coach, anyone can mess up, but he must not collapse at this time.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the panic and despair in his heart.

"Xiaochuan, in your opinion, how should we deal with this next?"

Tan Mengjun asked the number one god of war of the rebellion suppression army, Gong Xiaochuan, the God of Flying Immortal Spear, who had remained silent.

Gong Xiaochuan frowned when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that this was not the time to panic, they needed to calmly analyze the situation and formulate countermeasures.

"Commander, the Flame King's move is obviously intended to cut off our retreat and force us into a desperate situation."

Gong Xiaochuan said in a deep voice, "But we can't just sit there and surrender. We must come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible."

Tan Meng looked at Gong Xiaochuan, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Today, Gong Xiaochuan is the number one god of war in the Daqian Dynasty's army that is suppressing the rebellion. He is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also wise and brave.

At this time, he needs Gong Xiaochuan's wisdom and courage.

"Coach, given the current situation, we have two options."

"One is to break out at night and find another way out; the other is to hold on and wait for reinforcements from the rear."

Gong Xiaochuan glanced at Tan Mengjun who was sitting in the main seat, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

Hearing this, Tan Meng fell into deep thought. He knew that both options had their pros and cons.

Although breaking out can help one escape from a difficult situation, it is extremely risky; although holding on and waiting for help is relatively safe, no one knows when reinforcements will be sent from the rear.

"Xiaochuan, which option do you think is safer?"

Tan Mengjun thought for a moment and decided to ask for the opinion of the man currently in charge of suppressing the rebellion.

"Commander, there is no absolute safety on the battlefield."

"Breaking through and holding on have their own advantages and disadvantages. The key lies in our determination and strength."

"If we are determined and strong, we can win whether we break through or hold on."

Gong Xiaochuan shook his head and said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Tan Mengjun had no choice but to give up and began to pace around the tent.

He knew that Gong Xiaochuan was telling the truth.

There is no absolute safety on the battlefield, only relative advantages and disadvantages.

What they need to do now is to choose the path that is most likely to succeed based on their actual situation.

"Xiaochuan, you are right."

Tan Mengjun took a deep breath and said, "We cannot be bound by difficulties. We must show courage and wisdom to overcome difficulties."

"Pass on my order. All troops must be ready to fight to the death with the Chiyu Army tomorrow morning!"

When Gong Xiaochuan heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Tan Mengjun had made his decision.

As soldiers, they only need to obey orders and fight bravely.

"Yes!"

Gong Xiaochuan responded loudly, turned around and walked out of the tent.

With Gong Xiaochuan's departure, Tan Meng felt a little relieved.

"My fellow soldiers, listen to me."

"The loss of Xiong'an City is undoubtedly a great loss for our army."

"But as long as we are still alive, we must never give up the resistance!"

"Although the Flame King is cunning, it also proves that he is afraid of our army that is suppressing the rebellion!"

"We have fought against the Akami Army in this period and defeated him countless times, and this time is no exception!"

Then he slowly stood still, straightened his back, faced the remaining soldiers in the tent, and spoke in a firm voice.

"Correct!"

Someone shouted, "We will never surrender!"

"Never surrender!"

More people waved their weapons and shouted loudly.

The fire of fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes, and their hearts were once again filled with the belief that they would win.

When Tan Mengjun saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.

He knew that these soldiers were elite troops drawn from Daqian, and they were all men of iron will.

They are not afraid of death, hardship or fatigue.

"Pass on my order! All troops, prepare, reinforce the camp defenses, and be ready for battle!"

"Tomorrow morning, we will fight to the death with the Flame King!"

He took another deep breath and shouted the order.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The shouts of the soldiers shook the earth and reached the sky.

They knew that this battle would be the toughest one they had ever fought.

As the night deepened, the lights in Tan Mengjun’s army tent were brightly lit.

Tan Mengjun stood in front of the map, staring at the battle line ahead with sharp eyes.

His heart was filled with determination and fighting spirit, and he knew that this battle would be the pinnacle of his military career.

Maybe this is his last battle!
(End of this chapter)